A video like this doesn't need much explaining. If you're heartbroken, pissed off, sad, pissed off, confused, lonely, pissed off, hated, or just pissed off, sometimes you need that perfect song to let out your emotions and just say "fuck you!"

Here at Chart Attack, we're all about getting to the root of problems, and we think this video may just help a few people out. We have spent our hours hammering out the 10 best songs to take that internal frustration and let someone scream it out for you: Fuck you. We hope you enjoy these fuck you songs.

If anyone wasn’t sure that Billy Corgan would eventually turn into an obnoxious ass, this song’s title should have been a big tip-off. What did the subject of this song do to inspire such hatred? Listen to Pavement?

Don’t you hate it when you’re planning a big “fuck you” speech in your head, and it just turns into a blast of incoherent vitriol? Damageplan understands, and they’re harnessing that, because they’re a metal band.

Working retail. It’s a trip! A hellish, destructive trip, where teens are your boss and you can get fired if you don’t pretend to care enough about another person’s shoes. Wesley Willis feels you, man.

Sometimes saying “Fuck You” is uncalled for, so think before you act, or you might end up overreacting like Lil Kim. This sounds like something Pharrell would write for Gwen Stefani after Timbaland didn’t return a borrowed pair of BAPE socks.

Don’t be fooled by the ‘2’ in the title, this ain’t a diss against the number (thank God!). It’s more akin to receiving an AIM message from your lover saying you’re worthless—the only reasonable reaction is to write back, “Yeah, well so r u… asshole lol! Fuck you jerk L!!”

Not another fuck you song! But, that’s what you wanted, so here’s another one from Against All Authority. Getting all political on your asses, they really give it their all with vitriolic anti-government protests against your big brother under politician’s favorite genre of ska punk. Expect change soon.

Most of my friends call to say “Hello” or “Would you like to partake in some fun tonight.” The Queers called to say “Fuck You.” Look, I don’t know you guys, please stop calling. It really hurts my feelings.

Rapper Atmosphere has a dependency problem to “Lucy,” an amalgamation of his ex-girlfriend, drugs and alcohol. And the only way to get over the conflicting pain and pleasure is to commit your thoughts to tape so you have a permanent record of yourself saying, “Fuck you! Get out of my life.” Metaphors are helpful.

Walking towards their local courthouse, Methods of Mayhem are bringing their own proposition to the American people this election—“Proposition Fuck You!” It’s got a few simple rules—stay away from their crew (fair), fuck the pigs (sure), and smoke weed (alright). Oh, and also, Tommy Lee gets to do whatever he wants. I don’t know if this thing ever got passed, but at least someone is thinking about our future.

Los Angeles gets a lot of hate from people—understandably so, their police force has shown to be explicitly racist and corrupt. There can’t be enough songs about the subject and Pharoahe Monch joins the fray with their “Fuck You,” an anti-corruption rant that let’s everyone know that they’ve had enough.

I see a growing trend in fuck you songs. A lot of these people don’t care what you think about them, because they just need their friends. Take The Stiffs for example, who truly don’t care what you say, going as far as to say, “We don’t care what you say, fuck you.” So, say whatever you want, but they have each other!

Before Lil Wayne became guitar-solo-cough-syrup-Drake’s-best-friend-ex-convict, he was just a good rapper. “Fuck You” is a pretty standard hype song, but with lines like “I treat beef like burgers, just cheese you/And for that cheddar, hungry niggas'll eat you,” you remember why you were okay with him saying he’s better than you.

Whether you are drunk, homeless, depressed, helpless, hopeless, or whatever else, Fear don’t care about you. Confrontational and loud, there’s some funny irony to those Fear claims to not care about. Thank God I live in an ivory tower of money away from the peons—Fear must love me!